Last Day.-4 Natalie Wood

LAST DAY
NATALIE WOOD

ANOTHER BOTTLE OF WHITE WINE.

IT'S ALL SO MIXED UP AND CONFUSED

ALL THIS RUDE TALKING, ALL THE ABUSE

DROWNED IN THREE BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE.

HER DARK BROWN HAIR TRIES TO CONCEAL

HOT TEARS ESCAPING FROM HER EYES

NOT TO REPLY...THAT COULD BE WISE

SHE THRIVES WITH PAIN, AND SMILES TO APPEAL.

AMONG THE SHOUTS THE CURSES GROW

HER SIGHS ARE MUFFLED BY THE BRAWL.

THE FRIEND IS FOE, HER HUSBAND FOUL,

HE'S FAST TO ENRAGE, TO APPEASE SLOW.

AND ALL TOGETHER TO THE YACHT,

THAT'S NAMED 'SPLENDOR' LIKE HER LIFE,

THEY JUMPED ON BOARD AND IT'S A STRIFE

TO KEEP UP SOBER, NOT DISTRAUGHT.

SHE'S WILLING TO CALL IT A DAY,

AND WRAPPED IN HEAVY WOOLEN COAT,

LEANS FROM THE RAILING OF THE BOAT

TO SEE....THE SEA...SHE WONDERS 'WHY?...AND SWAYS,

AND FALLS,.. AND DROWNS...AND IS THIS REAL?

IT'S HOW IT HAPPENED?...HOW SHE COULD?

THE SHINNING STAR NATALIE WOOD

ALL WET WITH SADNESS...MUTE AND STILL...